You could give yourself to another, but none could love you more purely or more completely than I did. To none could your happiness be holier, as it was to me, and always will be. My whole experience, everything that lives within me, everything, my most precious, I devote to you, and if I try to ennoble myself, this is done in order to become ever worthier of you, to make you even happier.
Category: Lovers on Love Author: Johann Christoph Friedrich von Schiller
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